Gloriously witty adaptation of the Broadway musical about Professor Henry Higgins, who takes a bet from Colonel Pickering that he can transform unrefined, dirty Cockney flower girl Eliza Doolittle into a lady, and fool everyone into thinking she really is one, too! He does, and thus young aristocrat Freddy Eynsford-Hill falls madly in love with her. But when Higgins takes all the credit and forgets to acknowledge her efforts, Eliza angrily leaves him for Freddy, and suddenly Higgins realizes he's grown accustomed to her face and can't really live without it. Written by
Of the main cast only Stanley Holloway actually sang. The others were either dubbed or just talked their way through the songs. See more »
Wilfrid Hyde-White (Col. Pickering) actually forgot the housekeeper's name (Mrs. Pearce) as she left the room without hesitation, and remembered it after she had left. The scene was not re-shot. See more »
[sounds from crowd, occasionally a word or phrase, indistinct and mostly not associated with a character]
Don't just stand there, Freddy, go and find a cab.
All right, I'll get it, I'll get it.
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In the posters, playbills and the original cast album for the stage version of "My Fair Lady", the credits always read "based on Bernard Shaw's 'Pygmalion' ", letting the audience know what play "My Fair Lady" was actually adapted from. The movie credits simply read "from a play by Bernard Shaw". See more »
I was thinking about Miss Doolittle and how she seems to be left out in the wilderness at the end of My Fair Lady. I also recall Pygmalion and of course the ending in the musical is more submissive and perhaps less satisfying to a feminists perspective that Shaw's original play. It is easy to feel bad for Eliza. No one wants to see a character we have come to admire be turned out and treated in a negative way. She was up from the gutter-literally-and worked as hard as anyone could be expected to in this live altering pursuit.
The Show Must Come To An End.
I am not sure how much Shaw, the one from which all this work hails, knew about women. I suspect rather little. However, he did understand putting on a show: The months of preparation the nervousness of opening night. The work that required everyone to pitch in no matter their position and of course the inevitable closing night. I, for one, have never had this kind of experience. My theater work has included two amateur productions, each with a scheduled one night engagement. But like many of you, I have worked on team projects and done group reports in school. The more intensive the feeling, the more angst; the more you miss it when it is done. When I finished a group project, as the capstone course for my graduate degree, I found myself, temporarily, missing our thrice weekly phone calls and Google Docs sessions. When I left a job, there was a period of togetherness with my former co-workers. There, I was on both ends the spectrum: either I stopped returning calls or they lowly moved away and back into the orbit of their current, or new, colleagues.
We have all been there girlfriend ... more or less?
Eliza might well have improved her lot by taking the hit upfront. There will be adventures for a beautiful girl (oh boy, I hope she DID keep those gowns). If she asked, I would have told her that there is a big world outside of "that street where you live' and this won't hurt much longer.
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